Joy could tell thatthose two have not been drinking that much yet. Joy was relieved to seethose two were just about sober because she knew they would ...help coverthe fact her boy under the influence of Dionysus' drink. They would helprun interference between Steff and Joy's parents by making sure theynever got close enough to smell his alcohol on his breath.Steff already wearing a generic red rose boutonni?re and a blackcumberbund and bowtie added to Joy's disappointment. She had a greatgolden. Iyawned and stretched, to her delight, and sat up. I wasn't wearingclothes, so I made sure the sheets covered my waist. "Good afternoon,"I said."Afternoon, David." She placed a small pile of clothes in a chair bythe bed. "I have some clothes that might fit you better, David," shesaid.I smiled. "There are stores for ugly women in the area?" Not for those as ugly as you. I bought some loose blouses and athleticpants. We'll worry about the rest later." Thank you." I waited. She didn't move. "Are. And you are so big and strong and I’m so small and weak. I was afraid that you might hurt me. But now I think that you just want to fuck me and sell my pussy. I hope that my pussy makes lots of money for you Daddy!”“Damn, Tyrone had trained this slut well” he thought.Latoya was curious about her new owner. “Daddy, may I ask you a question.” He nodded. “Do you own lots of girls in your stable?” He nodded again. “Are they white girls like me?”“I have 20 girls in my stable. But they are all Black.. Why is that?” His voice came deep, he was grown, and of age in his mid-twenties no doughtily. She blushed at the fact that she had been caught, and then shrugged.“There is a reason in everything you do.” He drew a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and flipped open the top of the box.She stared at the box, and the precious painting, “You are not suppose to smoke in here.”“Do you work here?” He looked at her with distaste.“No, but I enjoy these paintings, and I want others to be able to in the.